There was a point in my life that I didn’t know who I was, who I wanted to be, or where I wanted to be. I was lost. I was just wandering, looking for anything that made me happy and trying to stay with that one thing, or telling myself that I would do something, and never doing it. I’m not out of those woods yet. Although, I am much closer than I used to be. For the most part, that part of my life is dead and gone. None of it bothers me anymore. There is however, one part that is very much alive, and very much gets to me when I allow it to; and that is the biggest, only living tree. That tree is on the back of my arm. I tried to put it behind me, but even though I cannot see it at all times, does not mean that it isn’t always there…that it still isn’t a part of me. These trees, these woods, represent that time the I felt lost. It reminds me that the worst and yet…the best..part of my life is over. It’s gone and dead. The birds represent life, those were some very dark times for me. They can also show escape and moving forwards. They are flying out of the woods, leaving it behind them.
At first this was just a cool tattoo and I wanted it because “It was cool”. I see now the bigger picture. I see how much it actually relates to a specific part of my life. That’s the story behind my tattoo. Even though it took me a little bit to realize it.